I guess I'll always be Of a windmill going round A soldier of fortune. Now I feel I'm growing older And all the songs that I have sung Echo in the distance Like the sound I have often told you stories about the way I lived the life of a drifter waiting

Blind in the dark dungeon's night Out in the distance There's so much gold The treasure that I've found Is more than enough Far to be the hill we've to go Over the mountain and seas To the old hill Where the old dragon sleeps

Hey Bob I'm looking at what Jack was talking about And it's definitely not a particle that's nearby. It is a bright object and it's obviously rotating because it's flashing, It's way out in the distance, certainly rotating in a very rhythmic fashion

I don't need anyone Misery loves company Torn apart like the brokenhearted Up in smoke with the fire we started Smash it up like there's no tomorrow Leave me here with the fear and sorrow There's a halo in the distance I'm a wreck, I'm out of time I

Of a windmill going round Guess I'll always be a soldier of fortune And the songs that I have sung Echo in the distance Like the sound I have often told you stories about the way I lived the life of a drifter Waiting for the day When I'd take your hand

With you Heaven is a place on Earth It's about time we're making up The times you wasn't with me waking up Lying if I said I didn't miss your touch I needed to, I needed to Needed to distance myself from you All just to know you are the truth So come

Well all along the watchtower While all the women came and went Outside in the cold distance Two riders were approaching Princes kept the view Barefoot servants, too yeah A wildcat did growl And the wind begins to howl There must be some kind of way out

Baby, I just wanna show you things Girl, I'll be different Baby, I could buy you wedding rings Oou-ohh-oh, oou-oh, oou-oh, oou-oh-oh Don't care about the distance Give a fuck about the distance Oou-ohh, oou-oh, oou-oh, oou-oh Oou-ohh-oh, oou-oh, oou-oh,

Well all along the watchtower While all the women came and went Outside in the cold distance Two riders were approaching Princes kept the view Barefoot servants, too yeah A wildcat did growl And the wind begins to howl There must be some kind of way out

They try their best just to mash up the resistance Warning shots and sirens from a distance Riot gears and barricade for an instance And the words from mi mouth, mi no response Hollywood sending signals of destruction Stereotype the ghetto youths as the